I still think of youI engrave words on paper day and night I write to you despite all the absence and barbed wire. I sit in the corners of my room, puff out my cigarettes, flip the memory tape and say, I still think of youWhere did we meet and where did we hug? The camp is the origin of the stories.. I still think of youAnd dreams we drew together, Nizar, Yasmine and BelsanIt's all gone with the wind.. and I'm still waitingThe way to reach you is impossible, and I love the impossible to reach youI will wait for the night to infiltrate you, no matter how many guards your palace i
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